A cursed opera house. A stolen role. A voice that no longer belongs to her.
When rising soprano Bethany Vale lands the lead role in Macbeth after the sudden, brutal death of the former diva, she thinks it's the break she's been waiting for. But as she steps into the blood-soaked gown of her predecessor, the spotlight burns colder than she ever imagined.
Barrow Street Opera House isn't just haunted by memories - it's watching her. Mirrors delay their reflections. Her own voice echoes back with a mind of its own. And somewhere deep in the rafters, beyond the reach of light, something ancient is waiting for the final aria to begin.
As Bethany is drawn into a vortex of hallucinations, theater lore, and buried family secrets, she discovers that the performance isn't merely art - it's ritual. One that demands more than talent. It demands sacrifice. Every gesture, every note, every blink is part of a script she never agreed to perform.
Because the Director - the real one - never left the opera house.
And he's been casting this part for decades.
From the author of psychological horror rooted in identity and obsession, Eyes of the Final Act is a nightmarish descent into theatrical madness - where the stage is sacred, but the audience hungers for blood. Written in haunting prose and immersive detail, this is a novel for those who believe art can be transcendent... and terrifying.
If you've ever feared the eyes behind the curtain, if you've ever heard a voice that wasn't yours sing through your dreams, step into the darkness.
Just be sure you don't blink.